Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

I rarely let the word NO escape from my mouth, because it is so plain to my soul that God has shouted, Yes! Yes! Yes! To every luminous movement in existence.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.